My fingers are worn, my hands exhausted; my entire being lingers after the never ending, meaningless battles, jukes, griefs...my brain automates my movements, and decision making becomes unchallenged by the same old series of events, cause and effect: put those fools to dream, dodge that missile, reach that Dagger.
Unwarned, naive, thought the times where something new arised in every battlefield were long gone, when every death and every raising entailed some new bits of knowledge, where every mistake punished us with feelings of deep failure. Unattending I soared through the depths of the jungle, when one if not the most remarkable moments in time was readying before my eyes; fire, and darkness.
Vast, imposing, menacing, a wall of flames brought to life, the Phoenix arised from the horizon with tireless hordes of minions crawling before him.
But he was not alone...
Dark, fierce, hateful waves of fear made matter making their entrance to face the fire, as the Enigma wandered into the scenery. For all I know no vision had such an impact into my mortal soul ever, and I felt hopeless.
The fight was wild, relentless as no other battle ever was. The Light fought the Darkness, the land trembled, the Sun hesitated...even the Ancients shuddered; both forces seemed incredibly powerful to simply vanish each other from the earth. Then land went to waste, trees disappeared, the world was covered in agony...when suddenly, the great Phoenix, wounded his red heart, the fire in his wings being extinguished, resorted to his only chance of survival: a boiling, tremendous ball of light was formed giving birth to a Supernova, which set the surroundings on never ending flames. The Enigma, blinded by the radiance of the great Phoenix, had no choice; he raised his arms, in one last vortex of destruction, forming a world shattering, terrifying Black Hole that collided with the Supernova in an explosion of matter, vanishing life from existence in the land between the Ancients...
It is said that the story came to us in the form of an unintelligible poem, sang by a Faerie Dragon, Puck, who for unknown reasons was the only survivor in the clash of the titans.
tl;dr nerf phase shift pls